i know my own
failings
that of the usual
shortness of
words
that grappling and
holding nothing
at the end
that arrival with
only windows
and more windows
to see
and there beyond me
mountains
skies and stars and
galaxies
oh, how small can
i be
a grain of sand
a flicker of light
a snap of thought
a closure of an
eye
a wink.
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